Novel & Cerita Dream Of Gluttony

"Because of desire." Amid the soft clinking of metal, she slowly put away the silver needle, and the honey in the glass jar rippled with fine waves. "The more greedy a person is, the more easily they are drawn to the scent of Heart-Eroding Honey. They always think they're the hunters, able to buy whatever they want. They're entirely unaware that from the moment they reach out their hand, they have already become prey in the honey pot." Jason was visibly shrinking, his skin collapsing layer by layer like his bones were being withdrawn.

, Cathy said while giving me a reproachful glare. "Cathy chill, I mean relax, food for thought, he isn't my man neither am I his woman, he just wants my body, and I really love his, I mean I have been fantasizing about him, so it's just", I stuttered not able to complete my last statement. "It's just what?", they all chimed in. "It's just nothing, nevermind, just do the last touching, let me get outta here", I don't wanna be late.

His cum shot across her ass and lower back, hot and thick, joining the mess already coating her thighs. The mirror flared bright. "Trial complete. Riley. Your fantasy is next." Riley stumbled backward, shaking her head frantically. "No. No, I don't…" But the images came anyway, flooding her mind. Her deepest fantasy: being worshipped. Licked. Devoured. Every inch of her body claimed by a woman's mouth, hands, tongue. She'd dreamed of soft curves pressed against hers, of fingers buried inside her, of tasting another woman's arousal on her lips.

"Although you really like to flaunt everything they don't have, and everything you take from others, you are too fearful to face something when it goes wrong.” "And why would the demons be rising more and more to the earth? "I asked, recovering that absurd hunger that seemed to fall asleep in the presence of Octavius. I filled my plate with bread, hazelnut cream and filled a bowl of polished and shiny gold with green juice that smelled and tasted like watermelon.”

If this is just a dream, I am going to stay dreaming. “I am quite hungry,” I admitted. A sweet smile plastered on my face. “I love watching you eat,” he said when I was allowing myself to be tempted by another piece of cheese. “You do it with such…relish.” “You mean I am greedy.” “So am I every time I look at you.” “I feel so guilty.” I saw the flash of annoyance cross his face and added quickly, “Not about the food or the sex, but it’s a weekday and I haven’t done a scrap of work. It’s all right for you—you are your own boss.”

The evening sun dipped low as I prepared for dinner, the scent of roasting lamb filling the house. Richard and Jake would be home any minute, their voices already echoing in my mind—deep, commanding, full of that possessive hunger that made my core throb. But beneath my apron, Harlan's cum still lingered inside me, a sticky secret from this afternoon's romp. I'd showered, sure, but the faint ache in my pussy reminded me of his thick shaft stretching me wide, his grunts as he pumped me full. It turned me on, this double life, fucking them both while plotting more.

I spread my legs, standing tall and locked eyes with the Devil, then I pushed into his mind. It was a nightmare. No, it was beyond the worst, horrific nightmare I could have ever conjured up. Bodies writhed before my eyes, their mouths opened in silent screams as they suffered eternal hell, their sins displayed on their bodies. Gluttony, the man was huge, rolls of fat making it impossible for him to move, he struggled to breathe, his body slick with sweat from the heat of the flames. Sloth, another man, his eyes struggling to stay open, draped in dirty clothes, dirty bedding, the floor around him piled with rotting rubbish, he was drowning in split bin bags, rubbish building up around him.

Now, he walked with his head hung low, his knuckles turning white as he clutched a worn canvas rucksack. I had to admit, fate had a twisted way of punishing the wicked. I made a mental note to never be driven by lust, lest I end up like Reuben.

Keyra lets out a hypocritical laugh “leave the predisposition please, I just want you to have dinner with me tonight, since we have never done it that is my condition, from tomorrow we will not be anything together, do you think? Watch me cook for you, I never even do it, but I also want to end all this” “Is that your condition?” Andy looks at her even more confused “Yes, what's wrong? I just want us to share a moment alone, nothing more, a dinner like in the old days, after we part ways, you won't know anything about me or I about you, so it will be like a farewell” She takes off the kitchen apron she is wearing, takes him by the hand and leads him to the dining room table, where she has e